Good weekend. Didn't do much, really.

We stopped in to visit my mom on Saturday. She loaded me up with information about Cancun, and she loaded Penny up with sugar.

Yesterday we went to the library, and Penny didn't want to leave. It speaks more of the toys in the kids' section than it does of the books, but at least she likes being there. The books will (hopefully) grow on her as she gets older.

I poked around a bit, but didn't see anything that I really wanted to read -- at least, nothing that I thought I could finish in time.

The weather was disappointingly chilly all weekend -- disappointing for me, I should say. Penny wanted to spend pretty much all her time outside. And as a parent, I approve. I mean, I really would rather see her running around outside than being inside begging me for more TV. But it wasn't the most comfortable thing for me.

I know. In another two months, I'll be wanting to stay inside because it's too hot. I'm so picky.

Actually, I mostly spent the whole weekend just crushingly tired. I don't even know why.

I took a nap Sunday afternoon, and I kept dreaming that I was getting up and going downstairs to make dinner, and then I'd try to move and realize that I was still in bed and hadn't even opened my eyes yet. It was disconcerting, and not terribly restful.

I'd think I was coming down with something, but I don't have any symptoms other than being tired.

(No, I'm not pregnant. Yes, I'm sure.)

And though I know there's nothing more boring than someone talking about dieting -- I seriously need to either find some motivation somewhere, or just give it up. I've been yo-yoing for two months, and it's making me crazy.

Anyone got any good ideas?

--Liz